AN: So if any of you guys like the story please review because it helps me out a lot. As always thank you!

Btw this chapter was mainly to show the hatred Mary has for hunting, foreshadowing for stuff happening later on, and more of a filler in before I start fast forwarding time.

Disclaimer: *checks watch* still don't own supernatural.

*one year later after the fire*

John was drinking yet again as he sat staring at the only family photo they had. It was a year later on Sam's birthday. John stifled a sigh and took another swig but the second the bottle left his lips, a hand swiped it from him.

"Hey! Mary!" He whined.

Sure enough Mary was standing in front of him with a cocked eyebrow. "John! Come on we are practicing every day."

John looked up at her and looked back at the floor. "Mary today is Sammy's birthday."

She softened a little and carefully placed the bottle on the table next to her. Mary sat gingerly next to him and hugged John.

"I know. That's why we have to keep practicing so when we do find them, because we will, we will be ready. They will be back with us soon." Mary whispered comfortingly.

John leaned into the soft touch but she was already up. He groaned and stood up to, staggering a bit and looked at her with a pout.

Mary chuckled. "It's not going to work."

John still pouted and walked outside where weapons were spread out. "You weren't joking when you said you would train me."

"No I wasn't joking. I hate hunting. But now I just want to see those sons of bitches dead. Which means you're helping. Now pick up that dagger."

John did as he was told and as soon as he held it, a flash of movement slashed it out of his grip. "Hey! Mary!"

Mary grinned wickedly at him. "You're not fast enough, Johnny."

He narrowed his eyes at the nickname and smirked. "Oh game on!"

They sparred for a couple minutes and each time, John would lose his dagger. By the 8th try, he let out an angry yell and smashed Mary's dagger out of her hand.

She blinked in surprise and slowly grinned. "There we are."

John took a deep breath. "Thanks."

"Now come here." She said.

John smiled and leaned in for a kiss but he suddenly felt her hands guiding his to a dagger.

"So you put your fingers there, hold it tightly..."

"Mary!" He groaned.

*several hours later*

"Duck! Block! Side step! Jump!" Mary shouted as she kept leaping, lunging, and to John's dismay; stabbing.

"I'm! Trying! To! Not! Die!" He yelled as he twisted and shouted in all different forms.

Mary laughed loudly at that and as soon as she did, John stepped up to her, knocked the dagger off, elbowed her throat and locked her arms with one hand while the other held the dagger to her neck. Both of them stood motionless from a couple of minutes before John slowly stepped away. Mary stared at him with no expression before a smile broke through.

"I'm so proud of you." She said as she kissed him passionately.

John smiled into it but images flashed before him. They hadn't kissed after the fire. Only cried, ate, and slept. He stepped back a bit and was surprised to see tears on Mary's face as well.

"I miss them so much." She whispered.

John took a shaky breath and nodded in comprehension. "I do too. But we will find them and when we do we will kill whoever did that."

Mary froze and shook her head violently. "I've killed so many innocent people because they were being used as, dare I say it, a meat suit for the deeds of demons."

"But they aren't human, Mary-"

"THEY ARE TO ME!" She shouted.

John knew what she was feeling. Memories of hunting in the past, her dad, saving John. She slowly fell to her knees, dropping the dagger.

"I never wanted to be a hunter. Maybe if I never..." Her words died in her mouth as John furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean 'if I never'?"

Mary looked up at him and wiped her eyes. "If I never made that deal to save you he never would've come. They wouldn't be gone, more likely dead." She said in a mere whisper.

John couldn't deny he felt his heart burn when she said that but he said nothing. "Mary, I know what you're feeling. But turning against each other makes us more likely to fail in getting the boys back rather than winning."

Mary just nodded and shakily stood up sniffling. "I'm going to, uh, go sleep. I just need to rest..."

John nodded and watched as she left. It would take a bit, but he knew Mary would be okay. At least, that's what he hoped.